The next day, after digesting my breakfast, I visited Shwa while Natha had a further meeting with his vassals to quell a little bit of unrest within the citizens' minds.
After all, while we wanted to be feared by our enemies, we didn't want to be seen as a tyrant by the innocents.
"...and so, Natha recorded the punishment and made this tor--oh, I shouldn't say torture--oh, no...don't remember that word, Shwa!" I swung my hands in panic, shaking my head, and put two index fingers in front of my lips. "Uhh--anyway, Natha made this documentary and showed it to everyone! Yaaay~"
The flower in front of me swayed and shook; the petals moved as if it were dancing. Glowing flowers blinked beneath the shade, and I could smell a fragrant scent fill the garden--fresh, warm, and lovely.
